Featuring Wadz and Cench

Trigger warning: coercion, dark romance, violence, and villains (part two for the other imagine)

"Have you ever done something you didn't wanna do?" He asked me as he traced the gun down my face.

I could feel the tears pouring down my swollen face as he looked into my eyes, "Because you're gonna have to do it regardless."

Wadz stood in the back rolling up a blunt. He couldn't do anything. Cench was the worst of the two. He was crazy and I had just set him off.

I jumped when Oakley shouted at me, "You had one fucking job Y/N. Even as pretty as you are you still couldn't do one simple fucking thing."

A DAY AGO

I was strolling down the grocery aisle in the store when he approached. Wadz placed his arm around my shoulder as we browsed the pasta sauce section. My heart rate picked up when he touched the glass container.

"Do you like Ragu or Prego?" His attention was still on the red sauces.

"What do you want Walid?" I muttered picking up the prego sauce and putting it in the cart.

He laughed and smiled, "It's time to cash in that favor."

I swallowed nervously and turned to him, "Okay."

They had come through on our deal. My sister was now focusing on her studies and Dev was nowhere to be found. I had to repay them somehow.

LATER

I sat in the car with Cench. My leg bounced as anxiety cursed through my veins. Was it anxiety or adrenaline?

He placed his calloused hand on my bouncing leg, "Just get in and get out, got it."

"Got it," I whispered too scared to talk out loud.

Oakley handed me a gun. It felt heavy in my hands but familiar. It wasn't the first time I used a gun. The sensation was back. I hate how it tasted. How the feeling of power surged through me as I took the gun from him.

"It's empty in there. Should be two guys. Get the shit from the safe and take them out. Wadz is covering the back."

I exited the car and carefully tucked the gun behind my back. My leather coat covered my backside and my heeled boots clicked on the pavement. I entered the bar expecting it to be empty.

Except, a group of men in suits seemed to be whispering in one of the booths. Now I was scared, Cench's intel was fucking wrong. And this is why when I used to run with them, I organized all the licks.

Instead of backing out, I continued over to the bar, "Y'all open?"

The bartender looked over at the men who had stopped talking, "No. Get out."

I sucked my teeth shaking my head, "You see I can't do that."

The bartender looked confused but I raised my gun pointing it at him, "The safe!"

He put his hands up, "There's no safe here."

I rolled my eyes, "Get the fucking money!"

The bartender looked behind me at the men in suits before nodding. He bent down and handed me a bag. It was heavy like it was more than just money. Squeezing the trigger I sent a bullet his way.

Instantly I could feel the men in suits coming for me. The chairs scattered as I turned around. Quickly, I shot at them pulling the trigger until I couldn't anymore.

"Fuck." I whispered tossing the gun.

Only a few of them were down. Two of them approached me. He came behind me tossing his arm around my neck. The other big one came towards me. I used my heel to kick him back. I coughed feeling his arm come down on my airways.

Taking a chance I moved my mouth biting into his arm. He shouted releasing me from his grip. I smashed his head against the table moving to the other one. His strength overpowered mine as he dragged me to the floor.

I tried to dodge his punches until I was able to knee him. He fell and I took the opportunity to knock him out.

"Too easy," I said shaking my numb hand. It was red with blood as I stretched my fingers.

A click of a gun made my ears go red. I slowly turned around careful not to make any sudden moves. There was somebody sitting in the booth.

"They were trying to protect you, huh?" I asked as the mystery man revealed himself.

I took a step back when I realized who he was, "Dad? The fuck are you doing here?"

I hadn't seen this man since I was eleven but I could remember him in a crowd of people. He smiled clearing his throat, "I see we've crossed paths."

"I knew you dabbled in bad shit but what the fuck am I doing here?" I questioned trying to piece together the scene.

I eyed my gun on the floor, I still might've had a bullet left but it was too far. Before I could say anything, Wadz was already coming through the back with his glock raised.

"Wait!" I shouted as he pulled the trigger.

My shakiness made him miss the shot. The man, who was also my father, took the opportunity to scatter from another exit. Wadz pushed me out of the way as he raced after him. I took a look around the bar before it hit me,

They knew my dad would be here. He was the target and they sent me to take care of them. Feeling rage cloud my eyes I picked up the bag and ran towards the back exit. But I didn't see his fist coming straight at me.

PRESENT DAY - FOUR HOURS LATER

When I woke up I was strapped to a chair. My eye was swollen and my head was pounding. I moved my wrists only to clench up from the rope burn. I moaned in pain when I heard footsteps approaching.

Cench had a gun in his hands. It was his favorite silver pistol. My initials were carved into the bottom of the gun. It used to be mine before it was his. I flinched when he raised his hands at me.

"Have you ever done something you didn't wanna do?" He asked me as he traced the gun down my face.

I could feel the tears pouring down my swollen face as he looked into my eyes, "Because you're gonna have to do it regardless."

Wadz stood in the back rolling up a blunt. He couldn't do anything. Cench was the worst of the two. He was crazy and I had just set him off. I jumped when Oakley shouted at me, "You had one fucking job Y/N. Even as pretty as you are you still couldn't do one simple fucking thing."

"Was I supposed to kill my father, Oakley?" I retorted.

He scoffed, "You barely knew him."

I felt like I had to throw up, "You set me up."

Cench's jaw clenched at my words, "We didn't set you up."

I looked to Walid for help but I knew that he and Cench were business partners. There was no convincing him to be on my side. Oakley continued to trace the gun on my body trailing it down to my heart.

He tapped it against my bruised skin, "Because you couldn't take out your old man, he's been looking for us."

"You know what that means?" Wadz blew the smoke my way.

I knew what it meant. "Just leave me to deal with it Cench, please."

The man shook his head causing the tears to cascade down my face, "I don't think so."

"Walid put her in the trunk." Cench left me alone as he stormed off towards the car.

My chest heaved up and down as Walid moved closer to me, "Walid, just let me go."

"I'm sorry Y/N"

Next thing I knew everything went dark. I made a deal with the devil's sidekicks and now I was paying a hefty price again.

Author's Note:

got a surge of energy so here's a part twoooo

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